I'm obviously talking about babies.
It seems that, at the moment, they're everywhere.
I have three friends on Face.Book that have just had their second baby and two others that have just announced their pregnancies.
A guy at work is expecting his first baby, and another woman is due to become a grandmother at the end of the year. And I'm pretty sure that one of the other women at work is pregnant, too. Which means I've got the joys of her ever-growing bump and pregnancy symptoms for the next few months.
I sound really bitter and twisted, don't I?
I'm not. I am genuinely happy for every single one of them and the little miracles they have created.
I'm just impatient for my own little miracle.